Hot. Crowded. Fun.

Marie and I invited some guests over. Usually when we invite 20 people, 12 show up. Tonight we had invited 35 and about 45 showed up. We were thrilled, of course. Really loved seeing all these people. Had a blast! We hope everyone enjoyed themselves at least a half of how much we enjoyed ourselves hosting, even though our place was way too hot and way too crowded.

Our super cool neighbor complained to the landlord at 9:40pm. It's Saturday night on a 3-day 4th of July weekend. This is unbelievable to me. Seriously. What is his problem? I can't find an explanation other than him being some kind of a holed-up rat, a sociopath - a real people hater. Not cool what he did. Period. I don't mean disrespect; I would never be inconsiderate to a neighbor in the middle of the week or even on a regular weekend. I even consider him being inconsiderate to us for not being a good neighbor and let us have our fun ONCE every 3 months or so. The guy didn't even have the guts to come and talk to us. So no excuses for him; no guilty feelings on our part. This is war.

Nobody ruins our fun, of course. Stayed up 'til 2am, having some killer conversations with some cool heads. Let the weekend begin...

Krassy Can Listen To It: "Where's Your Head At" by Basement Jaxx